Lone Star Mountain You think you know witches from stories and such,

not a god of blood then, but one of antlers. 

she worshipped meat?

germanicus steeled the expression which threatened to give way to scorn. "he sounds a more gentle god than i have met before," was his only remark. but there was interest in his eyes when he finally opted to ask after more. "how do you know what is blessed?" surely she would not lead them all in some wild hope of seeing her deity made flesh; he did not know if he would respect that belief.

but it seemed this was the way of the déorwine kith. germanicus decided then to know all of it, even if he would never stoop to prayers for a pile of bloodied flesh.